The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 1

At the end of August in the seventh year of Guanghe (184), the Yellow Turbans were victorious, and the Han army was forced to withdraw, but there was no joy in the faces of the Yellow Turbans in Guangzong City.On the contrary, the atmosphere became heavier, because Zhang Jiao, the general of Tiangong who had been leading them all along, had been sick for many days.

Xu An was lying in the tent. He had seen the Three Kingdoms. He knew that after Zhang Jiao died of illness, the Han general Huangfu Song integrated his army and besieged Guangzong again, winning seven battles in a row. He captured the family members of the Yellow Turbans left in Guangzong City, captured and killed more than [-] Yellow Turbans, and more than [-] Yellow Turbans died in the river.

Closing his eyes, time seemed to return to a few months ago. Xu An was on the way back to school by train. He passed through a long tunnel in the middle. The darkness lasted for a long time, until a fire engulfed his body.

When he regained consciousness again, he was already in the wounded barracks of the Yellow Turban Army. He was taken care of by the alchemists and Fu Zhu who had their heads wrapped in yellow turbans, as well as General Tiangong's talisman and wound medicine.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world will be prosperous!"

In the sound of thunderous shouts, Xu An gradually realized his situation. He had left the world he was familiar with. He had traveled through thousands of years and came to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The fate of the Yellow Turbans seems to be doomed, and Xu An also had the idea of ​​being a deserter, but now the world is in severe drought, the people have no crops, and there is chaos everywhere. To leave the team rashly is to seek death, but it is safer to stay in the Yellow Turbans.

In the past few months, the Han army and the Yellow Turbans fought dozens of times. As a member of the Yellow Turbans, Xu An was naturally pushed to the battlefield.

On the battlefield, either you die or I die. In the continuous fierce battle, he has already become a qualified yellow turban soldier, and the long spear in his hand has also taken in the souls of several Han soldiers.

Xu An followed the Yellow Turbans to fight in many places, and the sights he saw on the road were all starved and dead, and corpses everywhere.

He saw the Yellow Turbans, known as thieves and bandits, distribute the food in their hands to the refugees around them, and bring the refugees to beg for work. The reason why these refugees became refugees was because the officials of the Han took all the food they had left. empty.

Xu An felt as if he had cleared away a layer of fog in front of him. He began to re-examine this history. The Yellow Turbans, who were once called moth thieves in the book, were actually just a group of ordinary people who wanted to survive.

The Yellow Turban Uprising stirred up the situation in the eight states. Many thieves, bandits and bandits were mixed in it. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. They also called themselves the Yellow Turban Army, but they were actually the Yellow Turbans.
But not all the Yellow Turbans act like this. At least the Yellow Turbans led by Zhang Jiao have always been the ones who are full of hope and want to build a Yellow Turban army that does not worry about food and clothing and can live and work in peace and contentment, not the Yellow Turban thieves.

The military system of the Yellow Turbans is similar to the military system of the Han army. There are five people in a group with a corps leader, ten people in a group, and a team with fifty people. In the song, there is a military marquis for one song of five hundred people, five songs for the front, back, left and right, one for the Sima for one group of [-] people, and one side for ten thousand people.

However, dozens of yellow turban warlocks were added to each part, who preached before the war, boosted morale, and taught the soldiers the classics of Taiping Dao in peacetime.

Perhaps it was these Yellow Turban Warlocks that made the Yellow Turban Army so united.

Under the leadership of Zhang Jiao, the Yellow Turbans were victorious in successive battles, and their troops expanded rapidly.

The ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers in the army not only did not know big characters, but almost all of them had never travelled far and had little knowledge, so Xu An naturally seemed to be more outstanding.

Therefore, as the scale of the Yellow Turban Army grew like a snowball, Xu An also became the leader of the first team, but even if he became the leader of the team, it was only a drop in the ocean. The Yellow Turban Army was in Huangfu Song as in history. Lu Zhi and other famous generals of the Eastern Han Dynasty began to retreat under the fierce offensive of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and went into decline.

And the historical line has also undergone some strange changes. At this time, Cao Cao, Sun Jian and others should have followed Zhu Jun to attack the Yellow Turbans in the south, but for some reason, they are now under the command of Huangfu Song.

Xu An looked at the tall building in the center of the city with countless yellow flags flying, and fell into silence.

……

Above the high-rise buildings in Guangzong City, Zhang Jiao was lying on a grass couch. He knew very well that he was about to reach the end of his life, and that the disease had tormented him for too long.

He saved countless lives and wounds in his life, but when he was afflicted with illness, he couldn't save himself.

Zhang Liang knelt beside the grass couch and held Zhang Jiao's left hand tightly. Seeing Zhang Jiao looking at him, he tried his best to squeeze out a smile, but tears flowed down instantly.

While groggy, Zhang Jiao heard the roar of the wind howling outside, and the howling wind brought Zhang Jiao's thoughts back to the nameless settlement.

In the seven years of Guanghe, there was a severe drought in the world, and no grains were harvested. The government did not reduce taxes at all. In a short time, countless poor people were displaced, corpses spread everywhere, and plagues spread everywhere.

But all this still cannot stop the officials who collect taxes.

In that nameless settlement, Zhang Jiao led his disciples into a house, the courtyard was full of corpses, and there was a slight stench in the air.

A thin woman was leaning against the wooden wall, her eyes wide open as she looked at Zhang Jiao and the others who had pushed in the door. She raised her left hand hard, her shriveled mouth moving slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but Can't speak anymore.

Before Zhang Jiao could get closer, the woman in front of her left her left hand weakly, and her head drooped to the side. She was covered in dust, but only the swaddling clothes in her arms were slightly clean.Zhang Jiao stretched out his hands to pick up the swaddle in her arms, and the baby in the swaddle closed his eyes tightly, as if asleep.

The light from the sun hanging high in the sky made Zhang Jiao almost unable to open his eyes.

The strong wind whistled again, and it also swept back Zhang Jiao's thoughts.

The light of the sun outside the window shone into the grass in the house and sprinkled on Zhang Jiao's body. Zhang Jiao raised his hand to block the dazzling light, but the sunlight still fell into Zhang Jiao's eyes through the gap between his palms.

The sudden sunlight seemed to make Zhang Jiao regain some strength. Zhang Jiao straightened up, leaned halfway against the wall, looked at the junction of sunlight and shadow in front of him, his eyes were slightly lost, and he slowly said:

"I really want to see with my own eyes what the world of Huangtian looks like."

Brothers are connected, Zhang Liang knows that Zhang Jiao is in a state of return to light at this time.

Zhang Jiao was silent for a while, and then heaved a long sigh.

"It's really... not reconciled..."

Zhang Jiao pulled Zhang Liang to the front, and solemnly handed Zhang Liang the "Tai Ping Jing" in his arms, "If there is a day, you must remember to tell me that the world illuminated by Huang Tian is a What a sight..."

Zhang Jiao slowly closed his eyes, leaning against the wooden wall as if asleep.

Zhang Liang was already in tears.

The crying intensified, and on this day, the city of Guangzong was covered with hemp.

In the Yellow Turban camps inside and outside Guangzong City, there was a continuous stream of mournful cries.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world will be prosperous?"

Some people knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, some people lay on the ground as if they had lost their souls, and many people even committed suicide in the military tent and followed Zhang Jiao to leave this despairing world.

Xu An was lying in the military tent, looking at his colleague who was almost collapsed, and only felt powerless for a while.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

Now that the war was imminent, Xu An knew that Huangfu Song would soon lead the Han army to besiege Guangzong, and two months later, the city was destroyed.Thirty thousand people were captured and killed, and more than [-] people died in the river. He Xu An was about to become one of these people, but he didn't know whether he died in the fight in Guangzong City, or was besieged by the Han army and forced to Jump into the freezing cold water.

Historical records only record that Guangzong was unable to attack the Han army for a long time, Zhang Liang was slack, and Huangfu Song took the opportunity to strangle his troops at night, and Ji Ming sent troops to raid the Yellow Turbans' positions.

The Yellow Turbans fought in a hurry, and the battle lasted until noon, and they were defeated, but there was no record of the attack launched on the first few days of the siege. Although Xu An had a better understanding of the history of the Three Kingdoms, how could he know what was not recorded.

Even if they wanted to warn in advance, the Yellow Turbans were not allowed to leave the barracks without permission. I was afraid that Xu An would not even be able to see Zhang Liang's face, and Xu An felt a sense of powerlessness again. Come to this nightmarish world.

Time passed little by little, the dazzling Golden Crow had already flown into the ground, and darkness enveloped the whole world.

Dozens of miles outside the city of Guangzong, there are countless soldiers of the Han army marching towards Guangzong with torches, winding for more than ten miles, and they can't see their heads at a glance, like a huge fire dragon.

The Han army marching on the official road is full of spirit and high morale.

Their general is the most famous general of the Han Dynasty, Huangfu Song. Under his command, the Han army defeated the Yellow Turbans one after another.

For hundreds of years since the founding of the Han Dynasty, there have been countless powerful enemies who have been eyeing on the side, but without exception, these powerful enemies have all fallen under their swords. They firmly believe that this time the yellow turban mob is no exception.

(No immortals, no spells)

　There is no cultivation of immortals in this book. When it comes to cultivation, the spellcasting of the Yellow Turbans in the book is more of an inspiration, and some small spells are blind.
　　Because it is the first time to write an online article, the update is a bit slow at the beginning.The writing power of newcomers' novels may not be enough. I hope you can give me some advice.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)